A Is For Ant Poem by Kay Moore

The most common creepy crawlies
That are found in every home
Are tiny harmless ants of black
That tramp around alone
They live in quite large colonies
Tunnelled underground
By the hundreds and the thousands
And they never make a sound
They lead a life of order
Each one must do their best
To search and find some crumbs of food
Survival is the test
So when a prize, they find
Too large to be carried to the nest
The master plan is, to engage
And summon all the rest
They run and tell each other
So the word is passed along
Quite soon there is an army
Two hundred thousand, or more, strong
They work in grand precision
Regimented to the core
With un-tiring co-ordination
This daily household chore
Sometimes these little fellows
Want to crawl upon your arm
Be bold enough to bite you
Yet can really do no harm
So if you feel you want to squash them
Please listen as I say
Just give them a gentle flick
And send them on their way